John groaned a little. "Relaxed." He moaned out, his body pretty much limp, his muscles loose and not tense like they usually were. John was always stressed most of the time. But right now... with Mike, alcohol was the last thing on his mind. And that was a first.

John moaned again, his eyes closing and his cock twitching, glad he was on his stomach. He shift his hips for a moment, trying to get some friction before he stopped. He bit his lip and let out a breath through his nose, his muscles relaxing again.

John's eyes opened his eyes and his sex drive went down. He whimpered, feeling bad as he wanted to have fun with Mike. But he... just... "I-I..." he stuttered, embarrassed that he couldn't keep it 'up'.

"Keep it up?" Mike offered, sitting up. He couldn't believe John couldn't keepit up. He had heard some stories about John before he got with Melina, and he had no problems keeping it up then, from what he heard.

John nodded and also sat up. He sighed dejectedly. "I can't keep it up... I-I'm sorry..." He whispered, his eyes watering. he was 31. He shouldn't be having these problems. He didn't understand what the problem was.